To Feel The 'Just Right' Amount Of Good

Life is an ever changing and incredibly delicate dance. Hopefully we can find the

balance between our desire for comfort and the feeling of safety while we go

 about enjoying life to the fullest with excitement and enthusiasm.

To always be able to have what we need and go for what we want.

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Trysts In Dreams

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I stir, aroused by the return of past fiery life episodes. The intensity of the morning awakening revives exquisite sensations and feelings, I'm in awe of the desire which returns me and deposits me back into my past.

The pull of his gaze, a finger tracing my mouth and drawing me closer to his lips. A soft, warm wetness, mine mixing with his. Each kiss, tender and fierce, hastens our breath. There's an urgency, a tension demanding release, but craving so much more before it comes.

Our hands brush across each other, clutching then releasing at the subtle moments. Sighs and moans escape our lips when the gentleness or coarseness reaches a threshold in our bodies. Arching our bodies, pressing closer, the bulge of desire wanting to be cupped. It all feels so quick, but in slow-motion at the same time. The haze of excitement moves us, our bodies following an unscripted dialogue, but knowing exactly what to say.

We explore with our eyes, and undress each other with our hands. Our clothing is our only barrier, so much is already understood - the hunger to taste each other, the desire bound tightly until the right moment it can escape, the secret carnal needs - all are free in this moment.

Our tongues speak the language of sensuality, experiencing color in what we taste. The room feels engulfed by us, our red-hot fluidity. We vibrate with the energy of our imminent coupling. Every cell in our being is aroused with anticipation, every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies in tune to receive what the other has to give.

Deliciousness and moans escape our lips as our limbs intertwine, feeling the smoothness of our skin as we embrace deeper into one another. Oh the strength as our muscles tighten around each other, neither leaving intensity behind. The excitement builds, and the urgency to satisfy rises up in us both. We are open and ready now. Our passion is strong, our desires need expression.

Our eyes meet each other hungrily, penetrating the depths of our beings. It sends us deeper into our own emotional hot bed inside, the tryst becomes more and more intense. The intuitive knowing what needs touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.

And then I wake up...

Lovers, Their Damage

Endings... good or bad, I've suffered. And still...

I'm caged right now by my past experience, wrestling with current thoughts or desires.

Needs arise when the past introduces itself into my present. Deep aching ensues.

Inner turmoil. Will it finally pass?

Will it?

Camouflaged Love

The hate, it comes in waves. You think that's all there is. There's more...

Underneath the hate is a love aching to be healed, and also to love again. Deeply. Better next time.

I buried my love for you, but you helped push it deeper down, and away from sight. Waiting for a rebirth.

Will it happen?
Is it possible to love again after so much pain?
Will I choose it or continue with my hate?

Achingly slow is the process to healing. One justified reason after another makes me take my time to resolve this pain.

Some I will never return to, their infliction was just too much to bear. Others will remain within my battlefield for a long time until there is no longer hate, but also no longer any love to speak of or feel. Then there are those who are worthy of me to gift again with my precious love. I or rather we, work together to remove the camouflage of hate.

This New Day

I forge a determined path of beneficial destruction. Getting down to the business of leaving behind broken enemies, in-your-face liars, betrayers and the down-right unlikable. The self-empowered road stakes a claim on a sane future. I'm surrounded by genuine words, friends and actions.

Behold this better life... the one I am deserving of.

Existence Is Not Enough For A Conscious Mind

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Yes... do survive, please. We want you here for a long time. Do whatever it takes to make it through to a ripe old age, but be sure to fill it with the stuff dreams are made of.

Your happiness depends on it. Really live through and revel in your relationships, your community, your job, and most importantly, your desires.

Sanity Lost

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Life was for the taking, you bit off less than you could have. Fear kept you trapped. Your journey was one of soothing, but numbing and boring repetition. Reaching out for new experiences, challenging that fear was impossible. Only mere moments captured some excitement, quelling and satisfying your deep yearning for more life.

It wasn't enough. You left this world unfulfilled.

I weep for you.

Life Well Spent

At the end of the day, I want to be exhausted by the best life can offer me, not the worst it will throw my way.

Aiming for maximum pleasure while diligently eliminating extended frustration.

It's a daily goal, and one I will gladly work very hard at achieving.

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Longing For The Past

Uninvited days past appear at the door of my present.

They push inside to fill the heaviness in the room. A smile begins to form across my weary face. 

Uninhibited laughter, passionate entanglements, mundane and easy tasks; all flickering a pretty picture.

Actively watching the gloriously faded memories now vividly replaying in my mind.

But the door closes eventually, and I'm again fully toiling in the sorrow 

which summoned another life.

Tears, uninvited, fall silently. The wetness glazes over the joy. Images from a previous time return for safe-keeping until my mind summons them... yet again.

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